I'm back again, like a disease upon all you readers! Not much to say, other
than read on!
Ch. 16: New Regime
Ryou's POV
After that day, Sakura and Yami Bakura began what they called my "aggressive treatment." Sakura got our work sent to us so that we may keep up with our studies during our absence at school, but I didn't feel any better being at home. For breakfast, I had an almost too hearty meal of eggs and toast. Even though I was full, for lunch I was made to eat a heaping bowl of ramen. By dinner, I despised the word "food" and threw up halfway through my meal of fried chicken and macaroni and cheese.
"You ninny!" Yami yelled at me. I'm eating just as much as you are and you don't see me spewing chunks!"
Yami Bakura was sacrificing his soul's well being by repeatedly performing his body-retrieval spell and aiding me. He wasn't showing it, but I knew he was getting tired.
"Yami, you should lie down and get some rest, okay?"
"Only when you do," he replied to me determinedly. He then moaned loudly and collapsed into his food.
"Oh, Yami," Sakura said, rolling her eyes.
"Mff nff yrff ymffi."
"Huh?" I said, perplexed at my Yami's words. Sakura pulled his head up and (through the mask of macaroni and cheese), he repeated what he'd said.
"I'm not your yami," he repeated tiredly to Sakura. She let his head go, but it collapsed back onto the corner of his plate and sent his food flying into my face at Mach 5. Now we were both covered in our food, though I was covered in more than just whole macaroni and fried chicken. As sick as that made me feel, I saw through it and to the irony and intense humor of the matter.
"HA!" I burst out. I then bowed my head in shame. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.
"Don't feel bad," Yami gasped, looking quite ill and like a fish out of water. "I don't need your pity."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. That's what he'd want, so let him have it his way, or I'd be sleeping out on the Domino highway. Even if he treated me better, he still wasn't a saint.
"Look, Sakura. This eating schedule isn't helping me at all. We should start small or something, you know. Just for starters."
"Yeah, and you need constant supervision until you earn my trust back," she told me. "Even if I have to make that Ring's strap a chain-link choker, you won't take it off. And if you do make me get the choker, you'd best watch yourself, because after this is done and over with, the bolt cutters might just slip on the chain's removal..."
I gasped.
"You wouldn't..."
"Do you presume to tell me what I will and will not do, Ryou Bakura?" she snapped at me. "I'm not fooling with you anymore."
I stared at my dirty T-shirt, several sizes too big. I felt a blush creep up my neck and felt my ears burn red. I'm glad Sakura couldn't see them; they turned awfully red when I blushed...
"Look, I'm sorry okay?" she told me upon noticing my flushed neck. "I just...I don't know...go to bed."
I meekly excused myself from the table. I swear if H.R.S. could see us now, they'd remove all of us from this house and send us to be committed or something. I had puke all down my front and macaroni in my face, Sakura had just threatened me with bolt cutters, Yami was collapsed with his face in macaroni, and the wall behind me was covered in it. I chuckled a bit.
"Wow, we're dysfunctional," I muttered to myself. "Good thing Dad visited half a week ago, because if he saw us now..."
"Ryou! Bed!"
I cringed again. Sakura was in a really bad mood. I wonder why...
Yami Bakura's POV
It didn't take long after Bakura fell asleep before I lost my body. Who knew spiritual pain could cause me so much...well...pain? I mean, pain that actually hurt me.
"Yami Bakura, clean up this mess and get in that Ring," Sakura ordered. Now as much as I had grown accustomed to her company, I still didn't like the fact that she thought she could control me. So I answered in the following way:
"Look, bitch, I'll clean up the damn house, but heaven help anyone who thinks they can force me into that damn Ring!"
"Fine! If you won't go in, then just leave me alone!"
She turned from me.
"Hmph! women!"
I turned to get a cloth from the kitchen, but something clicked at that moment. I knew I wasn't the quickest person to things anymore, nor was I sensitive, but it finally caught up to me.
"You..." I said.
"What?" she replied.
"You're jealous..."
I could have smiled. I really could have. But all I did was stare at her, cockeyed and somber. I twiddled around my finger one of the parts of my hair that stuck straight out.
"Wha...I'm not jealous, stupid!"
"Yes you are. That's why you're so defensive and all-around bitchy. Look. Ka Saraha was my love then. And I have forsaken her in two ways: One for hate, and the other for someone else. But that someone I could never really like as much as I wanted and she knows it too, because she is part of my family. But that doesn't mean I can't love her. She may be stubborn, but she is mine. Ka Saraha, she was then. This is now. You are now. But we can never really do anything. I like being single and I'm but a spirit. You must accept it."
I knew what I was saying may have hurt Sakura, and that wasn't what I wanted, but it had to be said.
"Oh, Yami. I'm sorry to pressure you like this. From now on, I don't care who you like, just follow your heart," she told me kindly and apologetically.
Follow my heart. But that was getting so much harder to do...
Ooohh! Looks like the cat's out of the bag for those two. And what about our little Ryou? What torturous plans could Sakura and Yami Bakura have for him? Maybe I'll tell you next chapter...
Ch. 16: New Regime
Ryou's POV
After that day, Sakura and Yami Bakura began what they called my "aggressive treatment." Sakura got our work sent to us so that we may keep up with our studies during our absence at school, but I didn't feel any better being at home. For breakfast, I had an almost too hearty meal of eggs and toast. Even though I was full, for lunch I was made to eat a heaping bowl of ramen. By dinner, I despised the word "food" and threw up halfway through my meal of fried chicken and macaroni and cheese.
"You ninny!" Yami yelled at me. I'm eating just as much as you are and you don't see me spewing chunks!"
Yami Bakura was sacrificing his soul's well being by repeatedly performing his body-retrieval spell and aiding me. He wasn't showing it, but I knew he was getting tired.
"Yami, you should lie down and get some rest, okay?"
"Only when you do," he replied to me determinedly. He then moaned loudly and collapsed into his food.
"Oh, Yami," Sakura said, rolling her eyes.
"Mff nff yrff ymffi."
"Huh?" I said, perplexed at my Yami's words. Sakura pulled his head up and (through the mask of macaroni and cheese), he repeated what he'd said.
"I'm not your yami," he repeated tiredly to Sakura. She let his head go, but it collapsed back onto the corner of his plate and sent his food flying into my face at Mach 5. Now we were both covered in our food, though I was covered in more than just whole macaroni and fried chicken. As sick as that made me feel, I saw through it and to the irony and intense humor of the matter.
"HA!" I burst out. I then bowed my head in shame. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.
"Don't feel bad," Yami gasped, looking quite ill and like a fish out of water. "I don't need your pity."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. That's what he'd want, so let him have it his way, or I'd be sleeping out on the Domino highway. Even if he treated me better, he still wasn't a saint.
"Look, Sakura. This eating schedule isn't helping me at all. We should start small or something, you know. Just for starters."
"Yeah, and you need constant supervision until you earn my trust back," she told me. "Even if I have to make that Ring's strap a chain-link choker, you won't take it off. And if you do make me get the choker, you'd best watch yourself, because after this is done and over with, the bolt cutters might just slip on the chain's removal..."
I gasped.
"You wouldn't..."
"Do you presume to tell me what I will and will not do, Ryou Bakura?" she snapped at me. "I'm not fooling with you anymore."
I stared at my dirty T-shirt, several sizes too big. I felt a blush creep up my neck and felt my ears burn red. I'm glad Sakura couldn't see them; they turned awfully red when I blushed...
"Look, I'm sorry okay?" she told me upon noticing my flushed neck. "I just...I don't know...go to bed."
I meekly excused myself from the table. I swear if H.R.S. could see us now, they'd remove all of us from this house and send us to be committed or something. I had puke all down my front and macaroni in my face, Sakura had just threatened me with bolt cutters, Yami was collapsed with his face in macaroni, and the wall behind me was covered in it. I chuckled a bit.
"Wow, we're dysfunctional," I muttered to myself. "Good thing Dad visited half a week ago, because if he saw us now..."
"Ryou! Bed!"
I cringed again. Sakura was in a really bad mood. I wonder why...
Yami Bakura's POV
It didn't take long after Bakura fell asleep before I lost my body. Who knew spiritual pain could cause me so much...well...pain? I mean, pain that actually hurt me.
"Yami Bakura, clean up this mess and get in that Ring," Sakura ordered. Now as much as I had grown accustomed to her company, I still didn't like the fact that she thought she could control me. So I answered in the following way:
"Look, bitch, I'll clean up the damn house, but heaven help anyone who thinks they can force me into that damn Ring!"
"Fine! If you won't go in, then just leave me alone!"
She turned from me.
"Hmph! women!"
I turned to get a cloth from the kitchen, but something clicked at that moment. I knew I wasn't the quickest person to things anymore, nor was I sensitive, but it finally caught up to me.
"You..." I said.
"What?" she replied.
"You're jealous..."
I could have smiled. I really could have. But all I did was stare at her, cockeyed and somber. I twiddled around my finger one of the parts of my hair that stuck straight out.
"Wha...I'm not jealous, stupid!"
"Yes you are. That's why you're so defensive and all-around bitchy. Look. Ka Saraha was my love then. And I have forsaken her in two ways: One for hate, and the other for someone else. But that someone I could never really like as much as I wanted and she knows it too, because she is part of my family. But that doesn't mean I can't love her. She may be stubborn, but she is mine. Ka Saraha, she was then. This is now. You are now. But we can never really do anything. I like being single and I'm but a spirit. You must accept it."
I knew what I was saying may have hurt Sakura, and that wasn't what I wanted, but it had to be said.
"Oh, Yami. I'm sorry to pressure you like this. From now on, I don't care who you like, just follow your heart," she told me kindly and apologetically.
Follow my heart. But that was getting so much harder to do...
Ooohh! Looks like the cat's out of the bag for those two. And what about our little Ryou? What torturous plans could Sakura and Yami Bakura have for him? Maybe I'll tell you next chapter...